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Source text - EnglishThrough hands-on learning, STREAMS students have tackled
major environmental problems in their county, have earned numerous awards for their efforts, and have become leaders in community improvement

InIn 1995, the Borough of Huntingdon in south-central Pennsylvania was granted a quarter of a million
Dollars to correct a sewage leak that was polluting a local stream. The grant was welcome news for the community. But for a certain group of persistent sixth graders, who had uncovered, investigated, and reported
the problem, it was more than good news: it was proof that young people can make a tangible difference in the
world. For the past 13 years, students at Huntingdon Area Middle School have been learning about watershed ecology in an integrated interdisciplinary program called Science Teams in Rural Environments for Aquatic
Management Studies (STREAMS). They then go a step further and apply their knowledge to resolving local
environmental problems. STREAMS integrates environmental topics into hands-on learning in social studies,
science, mathematics, and language arts. Every Grade 6 student participates in the core of the program, which
is conducted over 75 hours at the beginning of each school year. Thereafter, any student in Grades 6 through 8 who wants to pursue further voluntary independent study or environmental projects can do so by joining a student-organized environment club. Since the program’s inception, students have tackled major environmental problems in the county, have earned numerous awards for their efforts, and have become leaders in community improvement.
STREAMS originated with teachers’ observations that the traditional curriculum was disconnected from the real world of the young people in this rural community,

Source text - EnglishRendering James's tale would mark the end of Bogdanovich's repu¬tation as a cinematic wunderkind, but this was a risk he was prepared to take. After Picture Show, Bogdanovich was eager to extend his generic range and adapt a (pre-film) literary work — to "make one for me". How the filmmaker came to select 'Daisy Miller' as his source material could aptly be described by James's own words on the sub¬liminal processes by which a writer chances upon his subject: "the seeking fabulist ...comes upon the interesting thing as Columbus came upon the isle of San Salvador, because he had moved in the right direction for it". Having toyed with an idea of his own centring on the misapprehensions of a cross-cultural romance, Bogdanovich then considered adapting Galsworthy's story, 'The Apple Tree'), a work which has broad formal and thematic points of correspondence with James's text. Moving in "the right direction", it was a short step to Daisy Miller and the director would recall his decision to filar James's novella as a serendipitous moment of clarity:

Source text - EnglishIt was good land, rich land, big and sprawling and Paleolithic, rich in swamp, rich in algae, in the heart of The Fern Belt. Wild and unspoiled, a place just crying out in pre-linguistic grunts to be tamed, it was a land waiting for a man with a club and a dream.
So far, the clan that lived, by its own choice, in a tiny corner of these unclaimed acres had not yet seemed to produce anyone so far-seeing. The clan's lone cave was a simple mom-and-pop operation. Everyone pitched in and made choppers and scrapers. Expectations were low. You died at 30.
Meanwhile, out on the subtropical plain beyond the cave door, were the ones who, at least up until this time, had clearly been the movers and shakers.
Brontosaurus. Triceratops. Tyrannosaurus rex.
The big boys.
Fifty to 75 feet in length. Thirty tons or more.
In a word, players.
They strode the land, like some big private club, for months at a time, then wandered off, the clan didn't know where. No one asked. They just ran out and took a pee.
This was enough to ask out of life for most in the clan, who consoled themselves with faith in totems -- do-nothing gods like The Long-Toothed Cat or The Great Cave Bear. But it could never be enough for one among them, a hairy, dynamic one, who seldom spoke but whose eyes burned, beneath a sloping forehead, with the entrepreneurial spirit.
That he had more on the ball, and walked a little taller, than some who'd come before him was unquestionably true. Yet some who came later -- ¬his critics and detractors -- would also point out that fate just handed some guys the aces, that there was such a thing as being in the right place at the right time.